Was she to be rebuilt in this pouring rain
A wretched amaryllis with petals torn from each side
Was she to be remarried in this catastrophe
She with golden tears , fell
She with cerulean eyes , wept
She in the amber mist , fell
She , the maroon trees , sighed
Alas , the cracked glass bled only in she
Was she to be remodeled in this ruination
A damsel in distress with feathers torn from each side
Was she to be again construed in this storm
She with cyan eyes , blinked
She with the golden tears , wept
She in the mist of rouge , fell
She , the purging river , groaned
Alas , the trembling trees , bled only in she .